Her mind screamed to answer Bette’s question but her lips wouldn’t move.

Do it before its too late. This is your last chance.

She wanted to. God, did she want nothing more than to take Bette into her arms but for some reason she just couldn’t. She fought inwardly for the strength to say the words that they both longed to hear out loud. Her lips trembled but just as the words seemed to make their way out, it was too late.

Bette started to walk away, much too crushed and disappointed with Tina’s lack of answer to want to stick around.

It was like something jump started Tina’s body and just like that, it acted on its own accord. She grabbed Bette by the wrist and pulled her in, crashing their lips together for a kiss unlike any other.

It was better than the first if that was even possible, their lips hungrily claiming one another without so much as a care for anyone else in the room. The kiss was hard and passionate, leaving them both breathless but neither wanting to stop.

Tina tunneled a hand into Bette’s thick curls, the other resting on the brunette’s hip as she kissed Bette over and over. She angled her head this way and that, swallowing each of Bette’s deep moans. She even released some of her own.

Bette’s hands roamed Tina’s back possessively, parting her lips to make way for Tina’s eager tongue. It was warm and sweet, Bette couldn’t help but suck on it. She tasted the tequila Tina had consumed but Bette couldn’t bring herself to care. It was Tina she was so blessedly kissing. Finally.

Their kiss had begun to slow, each stroke of their lips and tongue becoming longer, more languid. It made them weak at the knees, their bodies feeling as though they were on fire.

Bette brought her hands to Tina’s face just as their lips parted, cupping the tender yet flushed cheeks. She looked at Tina through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily but unable to resist kissing the blonde’s swollen lips one more. She kissed them softly, tenderly before leaning to do it again. And again.